Live and Learn New Mexico!

Usually, whenever I get messages from birds, they are positive, affirming that I am headed in the right direction. My bird friends fly overhead or sit on wires and say hey as we drive by. A nod from a raven is a good thing. Lately, however, it seems like their messages are telling me to stay away --away from what, I don't always know.  The first and loudest incident I'm still thinking about was with a raven that hung out at the local day-care I worked at for two really long, discouraging days.  Whenever I was out on the playground with the kids, this huge bird would fly down from its tree, touch the sand briefly near me, cawing loudly. I asked another caregiver if this was normal. She said it lived in tree nearby but never landed like that. And it wasn't usually so vocal.  At the end of day two, my second and last, I knew I was in the wrong place -- for many reasons.  The raven confirmed it. At day's end it flew from the back of the building, over the roof,

I started to post on Facebook an update to my mental health adventure but decided instead to blog about it.  The last five years have been a blur. They included finding myself living alone on the homestead with no car, which resulted in extreme loneliness. Ironically, I'm not alone in that respect; there are way too many lonely people, and that is a condition that is bad for our overall health. It resulted, for me, in serious anxiety and panic attacks and hypertension.  I coped in many ways... I paced my one-acre lot, burning the anxious energy,  gathering rocks, filling my pockets with them. Rocks have great energy and they heal. My home is covered with them.  Collecting rocks led to making art with them. I started wrapping rocks in my own way, and I called it all "good energy rock art".  I shared my love of rocks on Facebook and found many new friends who encouraged and inspired me. I didn't feel so lonely. Another hobby that helped me cope w